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'Oh, lady fair, these silks of mine are beautiful and rare— The richest web of the Indian loom, which Beauty's self might wear; And those pearls are pure as thy own fair neck, with whose radiant light they vie; I have brought them with me a weary way,—will my gentle lady buy?'

And the lady smiled on the worn old man through the dark and clustering curls, Which veiled her brow as she bent to view his silks and glittering pearls;